Jiang Xingmeng and Huineng Buddha stood opposite each other, Jiang Xingmeng was in a shorter terrain, but she was domineering.

Huineng Buddha still had a smile on his face: "Jiang Shanxin, after a few years, is the Queen Mother okay?" ”

Jiang Xingmeng's heart trembled, and a chill suddenly rose behind him.

But she stabilized her mind and just glanced at Huineng Buddha: "It's all in the past, you are a Buddha, you should learn not to cling to the past." ”

Huineng Buddha let out an obvious "oh", and then said gently: "It seems that it has already been sheathed." ”

Jiang Xingmeng tilted his head: "Since the Buddha just wants to say this, then I can't accompany him, so I'll leave first." ”

After saying that, she crossed the Huineng Buddha and continued to walk up the mountain, when she suddenly heard the smiling voice of the Huineng Buddha coming from behind her: "...... Jiang Shanxin walked slowly, beware of slippery roads in wind and snow. ”

Jiang Xingmeng didn't reply: "Thank you Buddha for reminding me." ”

……

In the darkness of the night, the stars in the sky dimmed, and the moon was half-hidden behind the clouds.

The higher he went, the colder the weather became, and the dense snow became, Jiang Xingmeng took out an umbrella from the storage bag and held it up with trembling hands.

This oil-paper umbrella is the same as the one before - every time I return to winter, after Taixue gets out of school, the royal brother will always personally hold the umbrella to pick her up, the umbrella surface is a picture of begonia spring sleep, and the word "sleep" is also carefully engraved on the umbrella handle.

Every time, Jiang Xingmeng would complain: "The snow is so big, it's really cold." ”

Jiang Ci: "Ruixue is a good year." ”

Jiang Xingmeng didn't know how to answer, so he smiled: "...... It's time to change this umbrella, it's so old, and the word "sleep" is a little unclear. ”

Jiang Ci touched her head: "What Mianmian said is that I will make a new one another day." ”

Jiang Xingmeng was favored in the past, and he had a title early, and he was known as Princess Zhaoyang.

The father always called her "Zhaoyang" lovingly, and the queen mother always called her "Meng'er" lovingly......

The father was obsessed with seeking immortals and asked, Jiang Ci's name is to say goodbye to mortal dust; And her Jiang Xingmeng's name is a poem written by courtiers to please her father.

"Outside the immortal journey, don't ask about the hustle and bustle of mortal dust; The goddess in the dream only looks at the hustle and bustle of the peach source. ”

She didn't like the name, she liked the royal brother to say, "Father wants to call you to dream, then I will call you sleep, I hope you have a good night's sleep."

Unconsciously, Jiang Xingmeng's face was full of tears.

Thoughts are in turmoil.

When she was halfway up the mountain, she saw someone sitting in the treetops not far away, drinking to the moon.

In the shadows of the trees, she squinted, unable to see the man's face clearly, but felt that this person was really interested.

She didn't speak, put away her umbrella, walked under the tree, took out the peach blossom brew she had secretly bought from the storage bag, opened it, and drank it one bite at a time.

When the liquor entered her throat, she couldn't help coughing, and coughed for a long time before she spoke in a hoarse voice: "Do you have something on your mind?" ”

The man in the treetop didn't speak.

Jiang Xingmeng didn't expect a response, and took another sip of wine.

After a while, there was a rustling sound in the treetops, and then a water bladder was thrown into Jiang Xingmeng's hand accurately, and he was also dumbfounded, as if he had drunk too much wine: "Sort of, I came here secretly, Shizun and Senior Brother don't allow me to come to Xianmen Dabi, I want to come." ”

Jiang Xingmeng smiled and didn't answer.

The two of them were silent, each drinking wine.

I don't know how long it took, the snow became denser and denser, and the air became colder and colder, and in the dark, Jiang Xingmeng couldn't help but curl up and gasp.

The man on the treetop threw down a big puff and said lazily, "You can't use spiritual power?" Cover it. ”

Jiang Xingmeng was a little absent-minded, he didn't pay attention to what this person was saying, and just subconsciously threw Da Yu back again.

The man seemed to be angry, sat up from the treetops, and said angrily, "You don't know what to do! This is my sister embroidered it for me, and I'm not happy to give it to you! ”

Jiang Xingmeng heard this person's voice clearly at this moment, and then was completely stunned in place.

She didn't speak, and the people in the treetops were still chattering: "Alas, they all have things on their minds, they are all drinking, listen to your voice, you are not very old, right?" Why is it so uncomfortable? ”

Jiang Xingmeng stood up and looked up at the treetops, but because of the backlight, he couldn't see the person's face.

She just felt her heart beat like a drum.

The wind and snow were still brushing his face finely, and Jiang Xingmeng looked at the figure with a dead dream, almost longing.

"It's not me saying it, you can't be worse than me anymore - the country is ruined, the people you love the most are missing, and now, I think it's really boring to live."

Jiang Xingmeng finally found his voice and said tremblingly: "The snow is so big, it's really ...... Dead cold. ”

The figure in the treetops suddenly stopped moving.

Jiang Xingmeng felt an almost sacred, crazy hope in her heart, she raised her head, and continued: "Ruixue Zhaofeng Year - but this umbrella should also be replaced, it's so old, the word [sleep] is a little unclear." ”

The figure on the treetop flickered, and then turned around, with a face that was six points similar to Jiang Xingmeng's, and it was so gorgeous that it was shocked.

He blinked and looked at Jiang Xingmeng, who was tilted up under the tree and his face was full of tears.

The wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier.

The shadows of the trees swayed.

Jiang Ci jumped down from the tree and walked quickly towards Jiang Xingmeng, but suddenly stopped in place.

The hometown is even more timid, and he doesn't dare to ask anyone.

Jiang Ci was standing with Jiang Xingmeng not far away, he wanted to hug Jiang Xingmeng to make sure that this was real, not a drunken illusion.

Jiang Xingmeng looked at Jiang Ci and didn't move, she was a little at a loss, she didn't know what kind of move to make, and she didn't know what kind of words to say.

After a long time, Jiang Ci spoke in a hoarse voice: "...... Sleep? ”

Jiang Xingmeng's tears burst out again.

She threw down the umbrella in her hand, threw herself into Jiang Ci's arms, and hugged him tightly, as if as soon as she let go, the imperial brother would leave her sight as he had done a year ago.

Jiang Ci was stunned for a moment, and then hugged Jiang Xingmeng back, cautious at first, as if he was afraid that if he used his strength, he would puncture the phantom.

But after touching Jiang Xingmeng's body temperature, he suddenly realized that this was true, and his sleep was really in front of him.

He hugged Jiang Xingmeng tightly, trembling in his voice, and said, "Mianmian, don't cry, the imperial brother is here." ”

Jiang Xingmeng choked up and said, "Who wants you to be the emperor's brother?" When you stuffed me into Gu Shunsheng's arms, did you ever think that I was your imperial sister? If you die, how can I live? ”

Jiang Ci closed his eyes, and his voice was a little choked: "...... It's the royal brother who is wrong. ”

Jiang Xingmeng slapped Jiang Ci's back: "Jiang Ci, you are really annoying." ”

Jiang Ci didn't speak.

He remembered that a year ago, the last words he said to Mianmian - "Mianmian, you have to take the royal brother's sake and live well." ”

A moment later, he touched Jiang Xingmeng's head, and the warm body temperature melted the ice and snow between Jiang Xingmeng's hair.

He choked up and said softly: "Sleep, we all have to live well." ”